Several days later, at The Northern Kitchen, Elizabeth found herself invited to a dinner with Asher.
After days of relentless rain and crisp air, she dressed suitably in a lightweight, off-shoulder white sweater that gracefully highlighted the curves of her neck and shoulders. She completed her ensemble with snug black jeans and sleek high heels, exuding effortless sophistication.
As she passed by, heads turned, unable to resist a second glance at her striking appearance.
Approaching the private dining room, Elizabeth overheard snippets of Asher’s conversation through the slightly ajar door. “Should I go pick her up?” he pondered aloud.
Beside him, his manager, Godwin Shaw, pressed a hand to his forehead, part amused, part exasperated. “Relax, just stay here. Your idol can handle herself just fine.”
Despite Godwin’s reassurances, Asher grew visibly restless, frequently glancing at his phone to check the time.
Elizabeth was about to step inside when a voice called out to her.
“Elizabeth?”
She turned to see Stewart emerging from another private room across the corridor, with Sandra and a group of actors and crew from the Blazing Sun project trailing behind him.
Ignoring Sandra’s presence, Elizabeth smiled warmly, nodding politely at Stewart and the director, Bart Yates. “Mr. Lopez, Mr. Yates.”
